|Dancing Dog in Front Pack|
"Do you want to go on ride?" She pirouettes even faster; then races down the hallway towards the closet that stores her front pack.
"Stop dancing so I can put you in your pack." Then we're off for a morning ride. Dancing Dog takes it all in. She's observing what's going on, smelling the fresh air, and holding her head boldly while the wind blows on her face. She's simply taking in the moment.